Excited for tonight? Is that her? Yes. That’s Camila Brohm. Uhh, can you just put them in the back? There’s an office around there. Is that thing going into my office? Camila need a space to prep. This is going to be so great Isabelle. She’s already generating tons of press for the gallery. She wants to meet you. They’re for blood letting. Excuse me? I’m not a junkie if that’s what you’re thinking. That wasn’t what I was thinking. Good. I wanted to introduce myself earlier, but I ran off before I could say hello. Camila Brohm. Isabelle. I know. It’s almost surreal to perform at your mother’s gallery. Well, your gallery now. Do you paint as well? No. I assume this is a part of your performance. Maybe. Maybe? Well you’ve never really had a performance artist in your gallery before. But something tells me you’ll enjoy this one. What makes you so sure? You’re still holding my needle. I’ll get out of your way. Isabelle. I want you to be the first one to start off the performance. How? You’ll see. I can hear you Isabelle. Camila? What? You nearly killed me and don’t want to let me in? That wouldn’t have killed you. How do you know? You got a dead body back there, or are you going to let me in? How did you find me here? I have my ways. Do you live here? I work here. Thought you said you didn’t paint. Have you ever shown these at your gallery before? No. Why not? Because they’re not for people. I really like it. Camila, why are you here? Because no one has ever looked at me like you did at the gallery. Kind of like you’re looking at me now. How am I looking at you? I don’t know. But I’m here to find out. To be honest, I wasn’t sure you would like my piece. Everyone knows you’re very hard to please. But I know I wanted to get your attention. When I saw the way you looked at me during my performance… I guess I just didn’t expect to feel the way I did. Fear. A connection. Did your mother teach you to paint? My mother didn’t care much for our paintings. Why not? I think they scared her. That’s what I like about them. Can I ask you something? Why did you leave during my performance? You ask too many questions. Sorry. Bite me again. What is it? I don’t want to hurt you. You won’t. Ever felt this way before? Something wrong? I’m just tired. You should stay. Isabelle. I need to get dressed. I’ll meet you at the door. Sorry.